Katie and I follow the group outside, stepping behind them as they lead us across the road. We head down an alley, full of abandoned buildings. Or at least that’s how they seem until I spot an old woman, sitting beside an open window on the second floor. She’s smoking and watching us closely as we pass by.
I return my gaze to the street, noticing how Sheila can barely walk anymore. I grit my teeth, trying to forget about the fact that it’s my fault she’s so weak. I shake my head at myself, trying to chase the thoughts away. But my best friend already squeezes my hand, probably already reading the expression on my face.
I send her a tortured look, letting her see the pain I’m feeling. She smiles at me sadly, like she’s trying to tell me it’ll all be just fine. That I just need to let it g
